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Yoga with Pritha

Yoga Teacher & Graphic Designer - check out my schedule to see where & when I'm going to teach a yoga class next. Also taking private clients for yoga.

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18/03/2026

I’m feeling very Dutch right now 🇳🇱

After 8 years living in the Netherlands, I’ve finally unlocked a new level: ✅ voting in the Zoetermeer municipal elections. That was spannend!

It’s my first time ever contributing to something like this abroad, and I won’t lie… I feel very important right now 🫡🌟

Did a last-minute “stemmen voor dummies” deep dive today, only to realise the whole process feels very familiar. I mean… we were (Indonesians) shaped by the same system for 3.5 centuries, right? 👀

Big thanks to for the political crash course… I now know just enough to sound informed and confidently nod at the right moments 😄

16/03/2026

Ten years ago I graduated from my first yoga teacher training.

And before anyone thinks that makes me some kind of ancient yoga sage, let me add a little humility:

It’s only been ten years.
In the world of yoga, that’s barely the opening chant. 🧘‍♀️
But by the time I took that training, I had already been practicing almost every single day for a decade.
Not casually. Not when I felt inspired.
I mean every day. Mostly twice a day.

I was so dedicated that I refused almost every social event that went past 9pm.
Why? Because I had yoga at 7 in the morning.

Friends would ask, “Are you teaching tomorrow?”
No. I was just very committed to my mat, and I was a student 😂

Back then I carried my yoga mat everywhere. I literally tied it to my backpack so I could practice anytime, anywhere.

The funny side effect? Quite a few people assumed I was homeless.
Backpack. Mat attached. Riding my scooter around town looking for shala to practice.
Not exactly the image people expect when they imagine a future yoga studio owner.

But that period taught me something important.

Yoga didn’t start as a career. It didn’t start as a brand.
It started as something I simply couldn’t skip, like brushing your teeth.

And even now, ten years after that first teacher training, I still feel like a student first.

Did anyone else go through a phase where yoga quietly took over your daily routine like this?

❤️

04/10/2025

It’s been four months since Dad left this realm, and yet it feels like only yesterday.

Before I flew to Bali, on a completely different mission, the number 444 kept appearing everywhere. Over and over again. I remember googling its meaning, feeling a small sense of comfort, and then brushing it off. I didn’t think much of it at the time.

And then life cracked open. Dad passed away on the 4th of June. One of my uncles passed on the 4th just months before. Another uncle passed on the 4th of June, the very same date as Dad, three years ago. These men were the fathers of my closest cousins ❤️

All 4-4-4.
And today marks four months since Dad’s passing.

How can this be a coincidence? It feels written in the stars, etched into the fabric of something larger than me. I picture them all together now, free of pain, whole again. I pray they’re watching over us ❤️

I am still so deep in my grief 💔
Sometimes the sadness sneaks up on me like a wave I don’t see coming. It hits me hard, and I just let it crash through me, the pain, the sorrow, the heartbreak. Losing Dad is the greatest loss I’ve ever known. Even though I tell myself he’s in a better place, part of me still can’t believe it.

How is it even possible to lose a parent? How can a child ever fully understand what that means? Dad has been in my life for 40 and a half years, my entire lifetime. He was my first guru, my first teacher, my anchor, my role model. And now he’s gone. Buried deep under the earth, yet at the same time soaring somewhere high, in the endless sky.

I keep asking myself: Is he here now? Can he see me? Does he know how much I miss him? Does he know that I have soooo many questions for him?

The other day, a question rose up from inside me: Would it be okay if I died today?

And the answer that came surprised me. Yes. Because if I died, I’d see Dad again. And if I lived, I’d return to Bali and hold Mum again. Both worlds hold love for me. For now, that feels enough. Everything is temporary anyway 🥺

28/07/2025

Who knew getting one teeny tiny baby harmonium would take me five whole months?! 😅

Since I’m off to a Mantra & Harmonium retreat with at the end of September, I needed one that fits cabin baggage allowance ✈️ (because apparently airlines don’t love when you rock up with a full sized harmonium like you’re moving in). I already have two but both are too big, so baby harmonium it is.

First stop: an Italian company with great reviews. Sounds easy, right? Nope. Their website showed everything sold out but they kept telling me, “New ones are coming next week!” … every month. From February to July. (Did they mean next week in dog years? 🐕) I even asked for an invoice so I could pay but nope. Five months of ciao bella, zero harmonium.

So I gave up and went straight to the source: Bina, legendary harmonium makers in New Delhi 🇮🇳. I slid into their Instagram DMs on a Monday, got an invoice that day, my harmonium was shipped by Friday, and by Monday it was in my hands in the Netherlands. WHAT. That’s how business is supposed to work?!

And now, behold: my new baby harmonium of pure joy 🎶. Cabin friendly, lightweight, and totally ready for a trip to Portugal.

Honestly… after the Italian saga, this feels like a miracle 🙏✨

25/06/2025

Three weeks ago, my dad peacefully transitioned to another realm, gently laying down into his eternal Savasana after living with renal failure - just a month away from his 70th birthday 🌼

How do I feel today? Here are some facts I’d like to share.
Time, in its quiet way, is helping me heal and accept what is. And now, being about 12,500 kilometers away from my mom and the rest of my family, I realize that distance offers its own kind of softness. It creates space, a strange, bittersweet kind, that helps me breathe, reflect, and carry on.

If someone had told me years ago that I would one day be designing my dad’s tombstone, I would never have believed them. This was never part of my journey as a graphic designer, nor was it ever something I imagined would cross my path. And yet, here I am. Life has a way of handing us assignments we never signed up for 🤨.

The year isn’t over yet, but already I find myself exhaling deeply and saying: Wow. What a year it’s been.

And despite everything, I feel an immense sense of gratitude. I’m grateful that I returned home in May and spent precious, unhurried time with my parents, especially with my dad. I’m grateful that, just seven days ago, I made my journey back from Bali to the Netherlands, with a layover in Dubai that flowed without interruption, as if the universe was gently clearing the way. This gratitude doesn’t mean I’m not holding in my heart all the innocent people who are, or may become, victims of the games played by world leaders 😢

I’m grateful to be back teaching Yoga at , grateful to be surrounded by my Dutch support system, a circle that has held me in a safe, loving space where I’ve simply been allowed to be.

When I take a step back, I see it: point of view and distance are powerful teachers. They help me recognize the hidden blessings, the gifts wrapped in grief, the light tucked inside the shadows.

This, too, is part of the journey.

Ps.
If heaven looks anything like this in the video, I can confidently say my heart feels at peace, knowing my dad now has a beautiful place to call home.

20/06/2025

When I first moved to the Netherlands seven and a half years ago, I arrived with just one suitcase filled with clothes. Well, almost. A cargo shipment came with me by air freight. More clothes? You’d think so. Maybe my collection of 100 Bali bikinis would find some use here? Think again. Yoga mats? Nope.

What I actually brought were books. Heavy, precious books, and one small singing bowl. If you know my story, you’ll understand why the books mattered so much. They were my anchors. They still are.

Fast forward to now: I realized I didn’t even own a bookcase. My books were scattered all over the house, piles under the bed, tucked under the table, balancing under flower pots pretending to be some sort of intentional art installation. They were everywhere, except where they belonged.

I could’ve bought a new bookcase. But I didn’t want to add to the ever-growing mountain of waste in this world. So, I turned to the Mahé community and asked if anyone had a bookcase they no longer needed. Generously, several people offered, but I only needed one, at least for now. I chose one.

While I was away in Bali, my mother-in-law repainted it to match our home. That small gesture touched me deeply, it felt like the bookcase already belonged here, already part of our story ❤️✨

Now, I finally get to bring order to my little chaos. And as life would have it, when I arrived in Bali last May, my dad ‘forced’ me to bring back some small statues to the Netherlands. At the time, I took them just to appease him, but looking at them now, gracefully sitting on these shelves, I am so grateful I did 🥰.

This bookcase has become more than just furniture. It holds stories, memories, pieces of home, and fragments of the journey that brought me here.

What do you think? The only problem now is they already looking pretty full quite fast 😅

Thank you for this bookcase 🙏🏾✨

09/06/2025

Om Swastiastu from Bali 🙏🏾

It has been a month since I returned home to Bali for a personal medical visit. I was originally scheduled to fly back on June 5th, but when my dad was admitted to the ICU on May 28th, I decided to postpone my flight by two weeks.

Six days later, my dad graduated from the ICU and was moved to a regular room. He was doing better, although his vitals remained low.

If you’ve ever heard the saying, “If you want to make God laugh, just tell Him your plans,” that perfectly describes what unfolded.

On June 4th at 20:34, surrounded by his family, my dad peacefully passed away. Everything happened so quickly, it was deeply shocking, even though we knew this moment would eventually come. My dad had been bravely battling renal failure in the last seven years 🔥

Although my heart is still broken and I’m riding the waves of grief, I’m starting to feel grateful that I was here, in the right place at the right time. One of my biggest fears was that something would happen to him while I was in Holland, but life granted me the precious gift of being by his side in his final moments.

Only now am I slowly beginning to return to my daily rhythm and responsibilities. Nothing could have prepared me for this immense loss, but I trust that time will help mend my broken heart, especially knowing that he is now resting peacefully in his eternal Savasana ❤️

I thank YOU for keeping us in your prayers ✨
Aum Shanti, Shanti, Shanti 🕉️🙏🏾

P.S. One of my dad’s favorite songs happened to play (My Way by Frank Sinatra) seemingly by chance, on the speakers the day the loving nurses from the hospital came to visit our home after the funeral. My dad was truly a force of nature; he’s making sure we won’t ever forget him.

🌴☀️🌊🌺

22/04/2025

Every time I opened the Bhagavad Gita—and I mean every time—something wild happened. Whether it was a copy in a bookstore, one gifted to me, or a completely random one… I somehow always flipped to the exact same page.

And not just any page. Always this one:

“O son of Pritha (or Kunti), I am the taste of water, the light of the sun and the moon, the syllable Om in the Vedic mantras; I am the sound in ether and ability in man.”

Like… what?! Out of all 700 verses? 😱

It got to the point where I’d open the book with a suspicious side-eye, like, “Let’s see what you have to say today…” And boom. Same line. Again✨🙌🏾

At this point, I’ve stopped calling it a coincidence. It’s more like the universe is tapping me on the shoulder, whispering, “Hey, don’t forget… I’m everywhere.”

Wearing my pocket-sized Bhagavad Gita As It Is—a precious present from my dearest friend, Sham. Thank you, Sham. What a gift 🙏🏾✨

06/04/2025

Can you believe these are the same plants? 🌱

Well… almost. The one on the far right is flying solo in the frame—because they’ve both grown so ridiculously big, they don’t fit together anymore. Seven years will do that to you!

This is what long-term commitment looks like:
A little water, a lot of sunlight, and occasional neglect. (They’re tough like that.)

If you think you’re not a plant person—trust me, I wasn’t either. I officially developed my green thumb after moving to the Netherlands. These two were my starters, and honestly? They refuse to die. Like, Die Hard-level survivors.

Today we moved them to Mahé Studio because our home? Too small. Their roots? Too deep.
And we might be bringing our giant monstera next—she’s been throwing hints.

So tell me…
Do you have a plant that’s survived the years, your vacations, and maybe even your forgetfulness?
Let’s hear it for the die-hards!

02/04/2025

This is a little story about my Reiki journey ✨

I did my Reiki 1 and 2 training in Bali a while back, and honestly, the only reason I signed up was simple—I wanted to help people heal. As a yoga studio owner and teacher, I’ve spent countless after-hours at Mahé Yoga Shala, listening to people vent about their personal lives. Having my Reiki training allows me to regulate my own energy while also helping others who aren’t feeling their best get back into a state of balance.

Here’s what I’ve experienced when giving Reiki:
1. I don’t actually have to touch you during a Reiki session. I can visualize the energy flow in my mind’s eye instead of placing my hands physically on you. (Less awkward for everyone, right?)
2. Remote Reiki healing is totally a thing! I was trained to send Reiki energy across distances—like WiFi, but for your soul.
3. When I hover my hands over someone’s body, I feel all sorts of sensations. Sometimes, it’s like pushing against a giant invisible rubber ball; other times, it’s like pressing against a field of tiny nails. (Energy is wild.)
4. I never feel drained after giving Reiki, because I’m not using my own energy—just channeling universal energy. Think of it as being a conduit, not a battery.
5. People don’t always feel instantly amazing afterward. Sometimes, they feel worse before they feel better—it’s like an energy detox. You know, out with the old, in with the new!

Now, as someone who hasn’t been in the Netherlands for very long, I’m curious—how do people here view Reiki healing? Is it embraced, side-eyed, or just another word for “that thing my hippie cousin does”? Enlighten me in the comments 🙏🏾😍

👀Fun Fact: it took me well over 30 minutes to find a picture of me giving Reiki or teaching a class - which I don’t have 🫣 So maybe I can’t prove it to you that I’m a yoga teacher/reiki therapist 😂🤣

12/03/2025

Five years ago today, we were told to close the doors of our yoga studio. Lockdown had arrived—surprise! Like a cosmic force flinging us straight into the unknown 💥

At first, it didn’t feel scary. Everything happened so fast, and it was happening everywhere. But the deafening question was: How long is this going to last?! (Spoiler alert: longer than anyone expected.)

That moment ended up closing Zenang Yoga & More for good. We simply couldn’t use our space to practice yoga anymore. Rolling up our mats felt like closing a chapter I wasn’t ready to end 💔 I remember teaching my last class at Zenang’s shala like it was yesterday, my heart was broken into a million pieces.

Fast forward five years to today, and I’m beyond grateful for the way everything unfolded. We now have the most beautiful yoga studio right here in Dorpsstraat. I renamed it Mahé Yoga—a little nod to my last name, Maheswari (and yes, it’s pronounced Mahé, like a friendly wave!).

And today, I’m surrounded by an amahézing community of yogis, neighbors, and beautiful souls whose lives we’ve touched through Mahé Yoga. I wouldn’t change a thing. (Okay, maybe less Zoom yoga in pajamas… but you get me 🫣)

So tell me—what were you doing five years ago today? And how has your journey unfolded since?

Pictured here is Katarina, my bff from Bratislava, when taking some of my online classes during lockdown 🥰✨

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